The following story is a work of fiction. Jonathan Taylor Thomas, Devon Sawa, and any celebrities mentioned here are real people, but they are treated as characters in this story. The text in no way implies any knowledge of the celebrities' true sexuality or actions, and it is not intended to suggest that the celebrities are straight, bisexual, or homosexual. This is from my imagination only; the events depicted here contain depictions of sexual acts with a minor and are fictional and should not be construed as fact. If you are underage in your location, please do not read.

A Night with Jonathan Taylor Thomas & Devon Sawa

by hottcarter1987

A couple nights after my hot encounter with Shia LaBeouf, Swank decided to put me back working the street. Shia gave me a shitload of money for my services, so Swank decided to pimp me that way for a while. He had me dress even more provocatively with extremely tight shorts and an open white shirt. I have to admit that I looked good when I went back out, but this time I picked a different corner, one in an even sleazier part of town. I don't know why, but this particular night I was hornier than fuck. My little dick got hard and stayed that way.

Business wasn't great. I tried my best to look as sexy as any 8-year-old shouldn't be, but though a couple of old drunks coped a feel, I wasn't getting any real takers. I lit up a smoke and decided to go back to the place near the porn shop where Shia had picked me up, hoping that I could score there. I had just started walking when a black Toyota Camry, and older model, pulled up beside me. The door opened, and a tall blonde dude got out of the back seat and came up. He seemed vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place him. He had short-cropped blond hair, was tall and lanky, and he wore a tight black t-shirt with "AC/DC" on it. Tight blue jeans, too, with cowboy boots. He was smoking a cigarette, and when he came up to me, he reeked of beer. He wore silver hoop earrings, and his eyes were bloodshot under the street lamp. He looked to be in his early 30's. I noticed he had a nice bulge in his jeans, and as horny as I was, I was hoping that he wasn't just asking for directions. "Hey, little dude," he said exhaling smoke. "Know where I can find some fun for me and my bro here?" I looked in the car, but the street lamp didn't shine inside. I saw a figure behind the wheel smoking a cigar, but I couldn't make out details.

"Depends," I said as if I didn't have a care in the world. "What kinda fun ya lookin' for?"

The blond dude smiled and grabbed his junk. "I think you know exactly what kinda fun we're after." He took a drag of his cigarette. "Hop in, baby."

This guy was cocky as shit, but that bulge of his was turning me on badly. "Sure," I said, and I opened the car door and slid into the passenger's seat. The blond dude got in the back, and the car pulled out.

The guy driving the car had wavy brown hair and the most piercing blue eyes I'd ever seen, and I got a really good look at him when we rounded the corner near McDonald's, and the lights from the place landed on him. I was excited then because I recognized this dude. It was Jonathan Taylor Thomas. I watched him on reruns of Home Improvement. I tell you, he was a hunk and a half. He was wearing a black leather jacket, no shirt, and faded blue jeans. What I could see of his chest was well-defined if not overly muscular. Jutting from his mouth was a lit cigar which he only took out to flick ashes out the open window. Not taking his eyes off the road, he said in a raspy voice, "You ready to party, little boy?" I could smell beer on his breath, too. In fact, the whole car smelled like a brewery. These guys were already partying; I was joining one in full swing. Jonathan introduced himself, and I told him I already knew who he was. "The stud back there is Devon Sawa," he said. That was when I recognized the blond dude. These two had starred in a movie called Wild America, but whereas JTT had gotten better-looking, Devon had changed. He had a hard look about him. I'd recognized that in some of the 20 to 30-year-olds I'd been with. Too much partying seemed to do that to them. Don't get me wrong, though. Devon was still hot, and he was definitely packing. He just looked a little worn around the edges, if you know what I mean.

We drove for a bit until we came outside of town. JTT said he was driving to a motel where we could get it on, and he asked me how much I charged. Emboldened by how much Shia had paid, I named my price. "We got it," he said. "What do you get into?"

"Pretty much anything," I said. "Except animals."

"Good," he said.

I felt a hand move down my chest, and I realized that Devon was leaning against my seat feeling me up. "Yeah," he said. "You're gonna be a real good fuck. You ever had two guys before?" He rubbed my right nipple through my shirt.

"Once or twice," I said. "Mostly just singles, though."

Devon leaned over the seat and licked my ear. My dick jumped at that. "Then let's get started, bitch." He reached around and pressed a cloth to my face, and my nose was invaded by a sickly-sweet odor. I tried crying out, but the cloth covered my mouth as well as my nose, and only a muffled "mmph" came out. My head swam, and I knew I was passing out. As my eyes rolled back in my head, I heard Devon laughing. "Get some sleep, slut," he said as I lost consciousness. "You're gonna need it."

*****

"Yo, the little fag's awake," were the first words I heard as my mind swam back to reality. It was JTT's voice, and as I stirred from my chloroform-induced slumber, not only did I find myself with a nasty scent in my nose and a rather bad headache, but I was almost totally immobile. Try as I might, I could barely move. After a few seconds, I also found that I couldn't speak, courtesy of a ball gag secured around my head. I bit down into the rubber sphere clenched in my teeth. These former teen idols were into bondage and discipline, and I sighed. I didn't really get into this much kink usually, but they were paying for it, so I figured I'd let them have their fun. As long as their dicks ended up in me, and they paid for it, I didn't really care.

I started smelling the stench of marijuana, which at least killed the scent of the chloroform (that stuff really reeks), and I looked up to see Devon pass a blunt to JTT. Both of them, from the evidence of their bloodshot eyes, had been hitting the stuff pretty hard. I assumed that now that I was awake, the party was gonna start. Both studs were naked except that they wore tight black leather chaps and skin-tight matching gloves. Both were very well hung, each over 8-inches as best I could tell by looking up at them, and hard as stone. JTT had a brown leather strap in one hand, and both he and Devon looked mean and horny.

I was tied up on a bed in the motel room they had taken me. My head was over the edge of it, and my arms were pulled down and tied to each of my ankles. My ass was high in the air, and I could feel the air conditioning on my exposed pussy. A dog collar was fastened around my neck, and an attached leash dangled from it to the floor. JTT kneeled at my face and licked my cheek. "Ready to be our fuck slave for the evening, bitch?" he said to my face. It really wasn't framed as a question, and he spat in my face with the word bitch. "It's been a really long time since we had a whore as young as you to dump our cum into, ya know." He tossed his head casually toward Devon. "See how hard you made my boy's dick? He can't wait to rip you a new asshole. You gonna be a good bitch for us, or do you wanna make it difficult?" I groaned in my gag. "Well," JTT continued, "let's make sure you understand how this is gonna go down, little boy." He stood again and smacked the strap against his open hand. "Little sluts like you need to know their place."

He got on the bed and kneeled next to be. Devon got in front and rubbed his giant penis on my face. "Smell it," he commanded as his dripping cock basted my face with his precum. The shit was streaming out of his piss slit like a leaky faucet.

Damn, that strap hurt. I heard Devon laugh as that leather met my skin. WHACK! Tears formed in my eyes and dripped down onto Devon's love muscle. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Over and over again, JTT beat me. I was wailing into that ball gag as I listened to these guys' sadistic laughter. My ass was on fire, and I didn't think it was ever going to end. JTT and Devon meant business, and Devon's member throbbed against my face as the assault continued. Strangely enough, though, it was turning me on because my little prick throbbed in a dry orgasm. I guess my tolerance for kink was getting higher than these pot-influenced studs because I was starting to enjoy this. At the same time, however, I was eager for the spanking to stop. It really, really hurt.

As I thought this, JTT stopped. "That's good enough," he said. "I think the bitch knows we mean business." He and Devon rolled me onto my back, and my ass stung as it met the cheap bedspread. My legs were off the mattress with my wrists were tied tightly to them with handkerchiefs. I glanced down to see JTT lick his plump lips as he stared at my exposed cunt. He reached down and slipped two gloved fingers into my anus and pumped them in and out. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned. After the beating, his manipulation felt fucking good. Instinctively, I clamped my ass muscles around his fingers, and I heard him say, "Hot damn, Dev. This is a real bitch. He wants it."

I felt something slimy hit my face, and I opened my eyes to see Devon spitting on me. "You piece of faggot shit," he said to me. "All your good for is a fuck. You know that, don't ya?" He spat on me again. He looked at JTT and said, "I wanna fuck him now, dude. No more waitin' around."

Still staring at Devon, I felt the bed move, and JTT appeared beside him. "Go `head, motherfucker," he said. "Tear him up." Devon grinned wickedly and got on the bed. He turned me over into my original position, and I heard him hocking spit. Knowing that he was greasing his dick with his saliva, I began to wonder if anyone used real lube anymore. JTT once again knelt to my face and began licking up my drying tears and Devon's spit. "I love watchin' my sluts when Devon first splits open their asses," he said in almost a groan. My eyes then grew wide as I felt the head of Devon's cock begin its entry into my pussy. JTT's face split into a sadistic smile as he heard me moan loudly into my gag. "That's the way, you hot little bitch. Let my buddy inside that tight fuckin' cunt." Without his gaze leaving mine, he barked at Devon, "Do it, man! Show this kid what time it is!"

Devon screamed, "FUCK!" In the next instant, my rectum was full of Sawa cock. I screamed into my gag, not because I'd never been fucked with a dick as big as his, but I'd never been penetrated that fast before, and my ass wasn't used to it.

Fresh tears spilled onto my cheeks at the pain. JTT lit a cigar and blew smoke in my face. "You see how it is?" he said mockingly. "We don't care if you hurt or not, or whether or not you like it. You're just a hired slut, baby boy. All we want from you is to dump some cum, and you're the perfect bitch to take it." He smacked my face and told Devon, "Now, man. Fuck him hard." As Devon Sawa began pulverizing my poor cunt, JTT undid my ball gag. When my mouth flew open, he immediately rammed his hard, cut penis into my mouth. The acrid taste of piss filled my cheeks, and I felt the former teen idol jerk the leash. "Swallow it, whore!" he ordered, and I began gulping his abundant urine. "Damn, I love to piss with a hard-on," he said.

Devon increased his thrusting into my boy vagina, grunting and cursing heavily. He pushed all the way in, his cock head ramming into my sweet spot, and said, "Ya wanna tap this thing, Jon?"

JTT pulled out of my mouth and replied, "You know it, stud." They traded places, and I felt JTT's penis enter me. "Son of a bitch! This is great pussy!!" the actor exclaimed as he made his way inside me.

Devon hit me upside my head, and I swallowed his dick. Like his buddy, he started peeing in my mouth. I could taste my ass on his shaft, and that flavor mixed with the strong essence of his urine. My little cock started pulsing in its second orgasm, and I moaned. Devon lit a cigarette and grunted, "Hot damn, Jon, I think this little fucker likes us treatin' him like a toilet whore." When the last drops of piss came out of Devon's donkey dick, he grabbed my head and started pulverizing my throat.

JTT and Devon spent the next several minutes sawing in and out of each of my holes. They built up a rhythm so that I was never completely empty; when one stud was all the way inside me, the other withdrew his dick almost completely out. I simply laid there bound. I couldn't do anything to stop them, but you wouldn't call it rape. You can't rape the willing, and I was truthfully enjoying the rough treatment. During the sex, one or the other would hit me pretty hard, but that was a turn-on as well. I was beginning to get off on the abuse. Devon enjoyed spitting on my face, and the way he'd call me bitch made my cocklet throb.

After switching off so that Devon could nail my cunt some more, JTT said, "Ya know, Dev, this fuck slut's been real good to us. Let's give him somethin' good." I felt Devon pull out of my ass and untie my hands from my ankles. Quickly, he pulled my arms behind my back and retied my wrists. JTT had withdrew his cock from my aching mouth and put the ball gag back on. Devon had gotten the strap and was beating my ass again while JTT laid on his back on the bed. "We're gonna show you what a real whore is born for," he said to me. Devon finished hitting me and maneuvered me over JTT's waist. He held my ass cheeks open and ordered me to sit on JTT's hard cock, which I did. It slid up in my gaping pussy easily, and instinctively I began to bounce on it. "Oh, fuck," JTT moaned. "So fuckin' good..."

Devon pushed me down so that my face pressed into the pillow beside JTT's head. "Now you're gonna get it, you hot fuckin' slut," he grunted. I felt the head of his cock press on my backdoor, and he shoved it in with the hard penis already filling my rectum. I'd never been double-fucked before, and my 8-year-old ass burned with pain. My head flew up, only to meet Devon's hand. Smacking me hard, he screamed, "Down, bitch!!"

JTT grabbed my head and held it back down, pressing my face once again into the pillow. He grunted into my ear as both he and Devon fucked me simultaneously. "That's right, you little whore," he said. "Take both our cocks. Yeah. That's what your pussy's good for. You fuckin' like it. You're nothin' but a little fag. Give us that cunt." He kept up the filthy talk while my insides were being stretched beyond imagination. My prostate was practically being smashed flat as both of their giant cocks rammed inside. The pain was replaced by pleasure, and my eyes rolled back in my head. My little dick pulsed and pulsed in it third dry cum of the night, and my body shook. JTT wrapped his arms around me and yelled, "Fuck, Dev, this bitch is cummin' again, man!!"

"He's not the only one," Devon shouted back. "I'm losin' my fuckin' nut! Wooo!!" The older dude's sperm shot into me with force, coating my insides and JTT's thrusting dick. Its warmth filled me, and my own little penis kept pulsing. JTT let out a howl like a wolf and ejected his own creamy love batter into my poor abused anus, mixing with Devon's semen. Of the two, he came the most, and the sensations wracking my body were too much for me. I passed out with the sound of both studs cursing through their orgasms.

*****

I awoke in the backseat of JTT's car. The smell of pot was heavy, and I sat up and saw Devon driving and passing a blunt to JTT, who sat in the passenger's seat. The latter took a bit hit of the cigar-joint and glanced back at me. "The little fag's up," he said. "Good. I wanted you conscious before we took ya back to your pimp. You need to give us directions."

I bummed a cigarette off Devon and told him how to find Swank's place. I leaned back against my seat and lit my smoke and listened as the two actors up front talked dirty about me, how much of a faggot I was, and how they loved using my body for their pleasure. I blew smoke out of the open window next to me, and my asshole throbbed with a dull ache--a souvenir of my night with Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Devon Sawa--and I smiled.